Day six.

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I felt someone touching my head.

It felt soft and comforting.

All I could think of was.

'Mom...'

After a while the stroking stopped.

I heard footsteps back away slowly.

I reached over and grabbed the unknown hand before it could leave me.

Leave me all alone.

The hand tensed.
And then it was calm again.
I opened my eyes slowly when the hand started petting me again.
I looked up.

It was Lindsey.

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